The years have passed really fast.

25 degrees today. It has been constant rain for the last two days at least.

I broke my glasses. I need to get a new pair made as soon as possible.

I miss her. I miss the sound of her laughter and the long conversations we had.

The weekend flew by in an eyeblink.

Art Stage is just over. I remember going a few years ago.

The mystery of the rooster is solved. Apparently, a local tycoon had instructed his folks to bring them around the neighbourhood. It is likely to cater to his superstitions of a new Chinese year.

I think I will go visit the Jurong Bird Park soon. It has been about four decades since I was last there. I guess in a sense it will be a bittersweet visit for another reason. Oh well. Such is life.

News in Chinese on the radio

I have the opportunity to listen to news in Chinese on the radio rather frequently these days. The focus on news items from mainland China is there and it can be startling as listening to this news broadcast, one would never have known if there is anything else happening throughout the world. It is as if Singapore is an outpost of China. I wonder if the local stations hire folks from the People's Daily or something to do the news programming.

Now, I do wonder about news in Hokkien over the airwaves. I heard a bit of it twice over the years.

Weirdness. A rooster flew in just now and was crowing loudly.